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Dream

‘Are you all right? You look a bit down.’ Snezhik thumped
to the ground from a snowy cone branch, wrapping a snow
cloud round me.
‘Nothing much. It’s just my cherished dream. It’s broken
and its shards seem to have hurt me. So I feel down now.’
Snezhik’s blue eyes opened wide and he said with a
magic certainty in his voice, ‘If your dream is true, cher-
ished even, as you put it, it is likely to become a reality.’
‘Mine didn’t.’ I sighed.
‘Was it cherished indeed?’
‘No doubt, Snezhik, it was.’
‘You’re unable to dream then. It should be a dream
without the least hesitation, like one of my outstanding
flake’s.’
A new fairy tale scented the air with its fragrance. I
held my breath.
‘Oh, Snezhik, please, tell me!’
‘Right then. Listen and wise up!’
It was tiny, too small in a great wide world, but it knew
it was going to be a flower. It worked hard to grow petals
and then smoothed them lovingly, opening and shutting ,
bending and stretching them again. At last it was ready for
incarnation. It felt the rush of cold air and found itself in
the lighted area. Then something pushed it slightly from
inside and it started its journey. It felt nice and delighted
with beautiful white creatures fluttering around.

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